Just One More Bite…

Do you get off to this? To mindlessly cramming all these excess calories drown your throat? All the while your weak body begs you not to. I bet you're hungry just thinking about stuffing your fat boy face. Chins wobbling, stretch marks widening. At this rate your fat ass is never going to fit in a pair of jeans again. But I bet you like the thought of that.

i don't just mean oblivious to their extreme size, either!! ^-^

i mean completely unaware of the actual dangers of eating the way they do, blissfully shoveling another dozen cookies and an eighth triple stack cheeseburger for the hour down their throat, milkshakes and everything deepfried,

completely clueless to that it's their very favourite thing to do all day- eat, and eat, and eat - THAT'S the reason for the searing pain, failing mobility, the ever increasing pounding in their chest. the way their breath seems to be escaping them increasingly urgently.

even as theyre placed in the bariatric ward, put on oxygen that only barely helps them breathe, never questioning the nearing constant insulin injections, too busy eating 💓

You want to be so fat you are literally helpless to do anything without me. You want to be so fat that walking is a memory; so fat that the only use for your feet is as extra storage for the results of your constant gluttony. You want to be so fat that your upper arms have the size and cushiness of pillows; so swollen that they overcome your elbows. You want to be so fat that even your wrists have rolls; so fat that counting your chins takes both hands. You want to be so fat that your arse acts as your cushion and your anchor, melting over the sides of the king size mattress you call a home. You want to be so fat that your belly surges forward, spreading your legs permanently while making self-pleasure impossible. So fat you are helpless to indulge even that primal need, without me.

You want to be so fat that you become simple. You want your mind to forget about everything difficult and complicated - anything that isn’t about pleasure. You want to forget social niceties. You want to become lost in a constant cycle of gluttony and lust. You want food and sex to be so strongly associated in your dumb mind that even the sight of a meal makes your nethers start to tingle.

It's not something you're supposed to drink yet you can't help yourself.

But not because you like the taste...

No, a pint of heavy cream means something different to you.

Every time you drink it, you know as it fills your stomach that there's no turning back.

You're going to wake up fatter tomorrow and all it took was one drink.

Because the truth is heavy cream is not just a drink...

It's a fat potion.

And simply realizing that you're drinking fat potion just makes you want to drink it faster.

And it makes it addictive, knowing you can so easily drink yourself fat.

So you do it.

You start drinking heavy cream every day, slowly pushing your limits with how much you can hold.

The speed at which you gain always surprises you.

Blowing past 20lbs a month like it's nothing.

In almost no time at all you've gone from being average to very chubby.

Nobody says anything but you know they notice it.

How could they not?

You have a belly now, your face is fat and you're chubby all over.

But the pace of your gains never seems to falter.

And you know that you're just a few months away from becoming the morbidly obese person you've always wanted to be.

Heavy cream will transform you.

You thought you'd be able to fill your days with plenty of fresh fruit, vegetables, and lean proteins. And you did, at first. Your muscles showing through more as your body fat dropped. You continued to go out and party over the weekends but kept to that strict gym routine you'd built up.

But then the work deadlines started to hit, and you stopped having time to fit your gym sessions in. You reasoned it would be fine, only a few weeks where you'd cut down on the exercise. But as the deadlines kept piling up, you quickly lost the habit or working out.

Your sleep started to suffer and you found yourself craving sweet caffeinated drinks in the morning , with a pastry on the side to help get you through.

You'd skip the canteen in favour of working lunches, finding the most convenient things to mindlessly eat whilst desperately trying to get your work done. Eventually the snacking sessions grew longer and longer before it was more of a constant snacking than a working lunch. Soon, the only exercise you were getting was walking to the work vending machine for more snacks to munch on.

And when you got home you were too exhausted and unmotivated to make food, so you opted instead of takeaways and food delivery apps for your meals and groceries. Ordering an obscene amount of convenience snacks next to your fast food order that got gradually larger each passing week.

And you stopped going out as much over the weekends, but you still wanted to treat yourself. So you'd spend your Saturday evenings beached out on the couch surrounded by beer and food wrappers instead. You catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror and barely recognise yourself any more. You'd been so determined to stay fit and lean, but now?

Now you could feel your body slowing down and growing larger. You could feel the jiggle in your hips and lower belly as you walked to your desk, large sweet coffee and a bag of cinnamon rolls in hand. You can hear your own breathing, heavy and laborious as you carry around the extra flesh. You could feel your waistband cutting into soft flesh when you sat down in your chair, hear the weak groan from it as it struggles to hold your weight. You can feel your belly sitting gently on thickened thighs. You can feel the tightness of your shirt straining against your belly, chest ,and softened arms as you lean forward to log in to your computer. You sigh, you already gave up and sized up clothing recently, how can it be that you are outgrowing clothes already? You thought had it all worked out.

a low, loud burp leaves your lips, and your feeder smacks your gut lightly. “good girl, there you go.” you whine at them between heavy breaths, the heat between your legs just as strong as the ache in your belly. your feeder coos at you softly, back to rubbing the swell of your taut upper belly.

"And what do good girls do?"

"(Chewing)... get fat?"

"Say it, altogether."

"Good girls get fat."

"Are YOU a good girl?"

Oh my goodness! You've gotten so big since the last time I saw you! I mean, just look at you. Your belly is stretching out your shirt, your thighs are rubbing together, and your chin is practically buried in your neck rolls. How could you let yourself go this badly?

You're just so fat now. Don't you care that everyone thinks you look like a massive fucking slob now? I bet your arms can't even reach around your fat, bloated belly anymore. Your shirt is obviously 2 sizes too small, especially with that fat belly hanging past it. When was the last time you could even see your feet?! Do you even know how big you've become? I mean, it's almost incredible that you've managed to gain this much weight.